Yesterday, Professor Fu and I drove 50 kilometers from the Chongjun Art Museum to "Calling Fish Pond", the place of Su Dongpo's first love in Meishan.
In "Calling the Fish Pond", I couldn't help but recite Su Dongpo Jiangchengzi's words: Ten years of life and death, not thinking, self-forgettable, thousands of miles of lonely grave, nowhere to talk desolate, even...
Then drive to the ancient town of Hanyang.
Hanyang Ancient Town Old Street half of the door closed, half of the door open, pedestrians bustling, quiet with a touch of desolation, I like a thief at night saw the open door, I went in to look, hoping to find unexpected antiquities, smell the smell of ancient times, after searching on a street street, walking to the street entrance next to the river, turning around, a natural tea-eating environment attracted my eyes, I watched around the end, called the lady for tea.
The hostess, about 50 years old, wearing a blue hat and a white and black patterned dress, answered my voice, touched the ground on her tiptoes in and out of the door, walked like a spring, carried a bowl of tea, and walked towards me, very enchanting.
I asked her: Where did you marry here? She pointed to the house next to her and said: "Born and raised in this house." When I look at the low earthen tile house, how can a bunch of good seedlings grow.
During the exchange, I asked her: Which big city woman should you be to be charming. Ah, ah, she smiled back: My ancestral home is from Chengdu, and my body blood may have the taste of Chengdu people... My own grandfather was arrested and went to the front, my father lost his play in the city at how old he was, and was carried back to this mountain town by my grandfather here to do business in Chengdu and saw my father take him back to this mountain town to raise, after my father woke up, he walked to Chengdu several times by car to look for his father and mother several times but returned disappointed. Later, my father and mother got married and gave birth to our 4 sisters one after another, and one day my father set off to Chengdu to find his father, this time the old man fulfilled my father, found his hometown only to see his mother and brothers and sisters, his father was arrested that time and became a farewell.
Dad came to find his hometown and made a wish, so he never went to Chengdu again, and he was buried here for the rest of his life more than ten years ago, buried on the bank of the Min River.
Listening to her story, the picture of the storyline of sorrow and joy floated in my mind, touching the scene, and I said to her: Shall I inscribe a poem on your wall? All right. She responded happily. So, I took the sketching ink tray, picked up the pen, walked to the low wall and spoke:
Minjiang Riverside daughter's home
Come to have tea when you have free time
Stucco for wall tile roofs
A golden lotus flower in front of the door
She slapped her hands in surprise, and the applause floated on the surface of the Min River.
Works by Ran Chongjun